Azeroth’s Death Track

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In the Legion of Dark Blades, the relationship between the King of Dark Blades and the Big Lich is very complicated.

As the superiors and subordinates, the communication between Tyrion and Khadgar always maintains a "normal" relationship, mixed with the rules of respect, obedience, execution and feedback, and the private friendship, the dark edge Wang and the big lich are far from friends, at least compared to him and those death lords hand-selected, Tyrian and Khadgar's relationship is very cold.

But the existence of the big lich is very necessary.

For example, before Khadgar did not join, the Death Knights of the Dark Blade Legion used a total of 12 necrotic rune combinations, and after Khadgar joined, there were various types of necro rune combinations with special effects. Raised to 53, greatly enhancing the ability of the subordinate knight to deal with various environments.

As another example, to recruit qualified subordinate undeads, according to the speed of the now depleted Auchindun Necropolis, 400 subordinate undeads can be summoned in a day, but now, it is only a small necropolis, and the speed of enlistment has been reached. The limit is 2,000 per day.

Khadgar is a rare think tank, especially in the field of obscure research related to magic and energy, and the foundation and essence of power. He alone can withstand the rest of the entire Dark Edge Legion, he has become a dark The Blade Legion is an indispensable and important part, and the combat power of the Dark Blade Warlock under his command is also steadily improving.

The Warlock Regiment of the Dark Blade Legion in the southern Xinjiang region even has a hint of black magic base camp, attracting many deviant humans to join it.

Therefore, regardless of their inner thoughts, Tyrion showed great restraint on the big lich on official occasions. He never intervened in Khadgar’s research, and Khadgar never let Tyre Ang was disappointed, only the one in the Battle of East Valley...the only one disappointment.

So at this time, in the face of Khadgar's problem, Tyrion did not hide too much. In fact, speaking of the grief of the magic sword frost, there is probably no one in the world who is more profound than Tyrion.

"First of all!"

In the gaze of the big lich, Tyrion extended a finger and shook in front of the two:

"First of all, Frostmourne does not make the slain death knight, it is just an energy converter that transforms the energy in the body of the dead into death energy in a weird way, and then is controlled by soul fragments, that is, If I want to transform a knight, I must kill him personally and extract his soul, and this process may fail, and for me, it is a very, very wasteful time."

"Secondly, Frostmourne’s control of the soul is not perfect, especially those powerful, rebellious high-level undead, such as any death lord in the Dark Blade Knights, I can guarantee that Frostmourne They cannot be controlled, at least impossible to control for a long time, as long as the will of the sword bearer is slightly shaken, the high-level undead will immediately escape."

Tyrion said something, shook his head, and said rather disdainfully:

"And the most important thing is that Frostmourne stores too many souls. Once there is a soul escape, then there must be more than one soul escaping. Only those low-level undeads, Frostmourne can achieve 100% control. The problem is, I don’t need it, and I can achieve complete control over the lower-level undead...do you understand what I mean?"

"Well, understand."

The big lich snapped his fingers:

"You don't need Frostmourne anymore, and it sounds like you can't look down on that sword. Can I ask why?"

"It's simple."

Tyrion picked up a glass of blood wine and shrugged to the big lich:

"That sword was made of ice, and it was easy to break when it was hit by great force... It was not a long sword used for battlefield killing, nor a reliable weapon I like. I have found a substitute for the apocalypse. And, if I’m lucky enough, maybe this time, I can still get a second alternative weapon."

He looked at the silver eyes of the big lich, and there was a playful smile on the corner of his mouth:

"But if you are interested, I can actually find a way to bring that sword to you, but in exchange...you may have to pay a lot of things, and you don’t know that Ner'zhul's control of the undead natural disasters is not just Relying on Frostmourne, there is also a special helmet... The Helm of Dominance, a magical evil magic weapon, its effect is more important than Frostmourne similar to a large "soul furnace"."

"As long as you discard some insignificant things, you can make thousands of souls available to you and become the true soul master. Do you... want it?"

Tyrion's strange voice moved Khadgar's eyes. After a few seconds of eye contact with the King of Dark Blades, the big lich looked away quietly, and he coughed:

"I am very interested, but I believe that anything powerful is dangerous. I am very satisfied with my life now. I don't want to change all this. I mean it."

"But anything will change, Khadgar, there is no constant business in this world, as long as you take a few steps forward, everything will change."

Tyrion snapped his fingers, and a low chirp came from outside the window. After a while, the ghost owl moon claw flapped his wings and flew into Tyrion’s mansion, which was like a gentle one. Like a pet, she gathered her wings and landed on the shoulder of the Dark Blade. Tyraine reached out and put a complete soul stone in the palm of her hand.

The ghost owl put his cute face on Tyreon's face, and slid it up and down, then with a sharp beak, holding the soul stone, and flew out silently, hidden in the darkness of the window in.

The big lich calmly watched the ghost pet he had almost never seen disappear into the night, and behind him, the voice of the King of Blades remembered again:

"I always say that I stare at you, sometimes it's a joke, sometimes it's true... Moonclaw has a special ability that can freely switch between ghosts and entities, and you know, owl This creature is very peculiar. When it hunts, it doesn't make even a little sound. If it doesn't want others to see it, then no one can see it."

"I have been raising it for 7 years, and it is my eyes. In many cases, it will tell me everything that is "interesting"..."

The big lich's fingers tightened at this moment, and Tyrion was like a joke. He sipped his blood and looked at the big lich, he whispered:

"Human life is very short, but the life of the undead is not long. One day, we will get tired of it all, and then fall into eternal peace, whether it is you or me, it's the same... So, do something wrong It’s not wrong, after all, whether it is life or life brought by death, there is only one time, but the premise is that there are some things that cannot be done in this one-way trip...I mean..."

"Kadgar, did you hide my things?"

At this moment, the voice of the King of Dark Blades was suddenly transformed into an unusually calm tone, and the silver light in his eyes turned back to the extreme at this moment. His lips moved, and he seemed to want to say something. , But in the end, he shook his head.

"No, no."

"Very well, that is to be honest with each other in order to cooperate happily."

The Lord of Dark Blades waved his hand:

"Go do your own thing, Khadgar, I am looking forward to the "Disaster Day", it will be a new dawn, that will be the greatest contribution I can make to this world..." "."

The big lich did not use the portal this time, but stepped out of Tyrion’s mansion step by step. In the midst of the midnight garden, the figure of the big lich disappeared into the garden aisle, and the shadow was scattered on the path. So lonely.

Behind him, above the mansion, the King of Dark Blades carried a glass of blood wine and stood quietly by the window. He watched the big lich leave until his figure completely disappeared, and the wine glass in Tyrion’s hand also At this moment, it was quietly crushed into powder by Juli.

"Then let's take a look, Khadgar...Look at what you do, for what..."

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The dawn sun is always the most punctual clock. In the distant city of Gilneas, the famous physician Mr. Wolf Wallace opened his eyes hard in the gap between two beautiful bodies.

Last night was another crazy night, but thanks to the energy of the werewolf, he was still able to maintain his energy in this wine-free situation. He yawned and leaned over his little babies. Kiss lightly, then wear pajamas, yawn, walk to the living room, prepare to have some breakfast, and then start a boring new day.

After Gilneas spent several years, Wolfe seems to have adapted to this rhythm of life. This city, like this country, actually has a unique kind of laziness under the stereotypical appearance. As a result of this disaster, this country will be a great place for retirement.

And just when Dr. Wolf was back on the table with his coffee, his leisurely movement suddenly stopped. On the table in front of him, at the very center of the mahogany table, a crystal clear Apex Sri Lankan communication stone is placed there quietly.

Dr. Wolf can be sure that this thing does not belong to him. It must have been put here by a guy who could hide his super-werewolf senses at some point last night.

This made Dr. Wolfe feel the coldness of his neck involuntarily. If the stalker could quietly put down the crystal in his living room and then leave leisurely, it means that he or she can also relax Took Wolfe’s head in his sleep...or something else.

But worrying, worrying, and fearing later, Dr. Wolfe picked up the communication stone for the first time, activated it, and put it to his ear. The hoarse voice from it caused Wolfe’s hair to stand upright. It was clear that he knew who it was... he knew what that person meant in today's human empire.

And the voice is very simple, it is a command... an action instruction, which means that his leisurely spy career is about to end, he will perform the last mission, and then return to the place where he came and return to his real "home".

Wolfe destroyed the communication crystal in his hand. He stood in the living room, looking at his home for several years with nostalgia. He even reached out his hand and stroked every piece of furniture he had. Miss Tender's gentle time spent on these furniture, every time you come back here, there will be a feeling of relaxation, just like returning to a real, warm, safe lair.

But in the end, Wolfe stood in the center of the living room. After a deep breath, the nostalgia in his eyes disappeared, and he was replaced by a eager edge.

"Wolf, there should be no family..."

"Click"

Dr. Wolfe’s favorite vase, after five dark rays of light, like the fruit cut by a sharp knife, the fragments were scattered smoothly in the corner of the table. He hummed an unknown little song, opened the wardrobe, took He came out with a small dress, dressed himself in front of a full-length mirror, and used some hairspray to make himself look the same as the prodigal doctor on weekdays. Finally, he carried the briefcase and opened the door.

The carriage of the Gilneas royal family was already waiting for him in front of the clinic.

The chic doctor greeted the waiter, and then got on the carriage, and the carriage slowly moved forward in the low hiss of the Gilneas highland horse. Today, it is the day of Dr. Wolfe’s journey to the Gilneas court to consult the dignitaries and nobles. And after 5 days, it was the appointment time for consultation with His Majesty Jean Greymane.

The King of Gilneas recently had some health problems, and as the doctor hired by the royal family, Dr. Wolfe naturally had no responsibility. In the bumpy carriage, Dr. Wolfe opened his briefcase as an excellent doctor. The carrying bag is filled with potions of various colors and unknown effects, as well as several delicate silver syringes.

Dr. Wolfe blinked, reached out of the bag in front of him, took out a bottle of green medicine the size of a thumb, put it in front of his eyes, and in the light reflected by the glass bottle, the doctor saw his own eyes.

Those are yellow eyes...like a beast...like a wolf!

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